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Sharing my experiences with a follower, now you too.
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I have read your profile and am not completely sure why you might have selected me to follow. I don't think we really share any of the same interests other than making love to women in general. I thought I might write to you in order to share an experience I actually had that you might find interesting. I was, for many years, the National Director of Sales for a large multinational corporation. I only had a half dozen or so direct reports but they in turn had a few score people reporting to them. I was responsible for about 45 people all told.
In terms of sales results, my success was tied directly to my department's success so that I spent a great deal of time when not traveling the continent, with my inside sales team. The team was made up, for the most part, of young professional women, mostly married. You can imagine, in this sometimes competitive atmosphere, that tempers got short and cliques would form, ill will, arguments and nastiness between colleagues frequent. The situation got so bad, I had to let their manager go and I assumed responsibility for this team of 8 women personally.
I knew from the start that a traditional leader/employee role was not going to work. I knew I had to generate trust on this team, not simply trust of me but trust between co-workers. I won't bore you with the methods I used but will simply tell you that the results were spectacular. The turn around in business results was amazing and every member of the team, myself included, made astonishing amounts of commission. This team was the envy of other departments and I had many internal requests to join that team.
I was not the typical leader who told my staff, "my door is always open". I didn't have to. Because I was open and honest with these ladies, they were surprisingly open with me. I considered it unusual if at least one of these ladies did not stop by my office in the evening before I left for home. Business worries, sometimes chatting about their friends, often about their husbands or marriages. Most of the time I would only have to listen and happily so because they would share the most incredible details of their lives with me, (possibly because I was careful never to judge).
The story really begins however with Melissa. She was then a 35 year old woman, married with no kids. A great person and a talented sales person. Unfortunately she was having marital problems because they were trying to have kids for years but just couldn't. At 35 she and her husband sensed time was running out but "Don" was not willing to investigate fertility healthcare. He owned a construction company, was hugely muscled, 6 foot 4 and had huge tattooed arms. Melissa was at wit's end. She ended up in tears, in my office on several occasions.
It was at this point that I made an incredibly stupid mistake. I confessed that I wasn't sure that I understood the depths of her distressed feelings because my missus and I were so fertile, we got pregnant within one month of stopping birth control, for both of my kids. I only mentioned this to Melissa in order to suggest that she seek out professional mental health assistance. I am such an idiot that I did not see what was coming next.
This exchange took place in my office, on the executive floor of our offices, at about 7:30 in the evening. I was deserted, save for Melissa and I. She got up and came round my desk and dropped to her knees at my feet. She was crying softly as she reached to unfasten my trousers. I said no, and went to push her hands away and stand up. Her crying intensified to the point I was concerned that anyone else on the floor would overhear. I was trapped.
Long story short, Melissa did unfasten my trousers and gave me the gentlest blow job, right there behind my desk. Once I was rock hard, she stood, pulled up her skirt, off came the tights and panties and she climbed on my desk, opened her legs and asked me again, tears in her eyes, to help her.
At this point I was too far gone and I complied. I won't tell you everything, frankly much of it is a blur, but there was much oral sex and lots of fucking in different positions after my office door was locked and the lights turned out. In the end, that first time, I shot a huge load of cum, deep into her pussy as she was cumming too. It was 9 PM by this time and we were lit only by the lights of the of the city outside. She and I stayed in this position, her on her back, on my desk, legs raised to my shoulders and I still inside her, for what seemed a very long time. As my cock softened and I finally slipped out, she got up and kissed me before licking my cock clean and wiping up the spilled cum from my desk.
We fucked like mad animals every couple of weeks for what seemed like six months. Sometimes in my office, sometimes in a hotel room and a couple of times in the back of my Cadillac SUV. It wasn't until I noticed her belly bump that she confessed she had gotten pregnant in the second month we were fucking. I didn't mind. It was really great sex with a very sexy woman.
Were things get weird though, happens about seven months after my first encounter with Melissa. That was Catherine, I will never be able to forget Catherine. But that's another story. let me know if you want to hear it.
Hope this wasn't too boring, as real life can often be.
Warm regards,
David
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Posted on : Jun 9, 2017
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